Not Working

I, like 2.6 million other people in 2008, and more in 2009, have recently lost my job. Well, technically, it isn’t lost. More like misplaced. Like they are saying to me, “Wait, I know it’s here, in this closet. Just hold on. It should be here, I know it’s here. Hmm, not in the closet. It must be here, in the drawer under the toaster. Hold on, I know it’s here. No, that’s the cable TV receipt. No, that’s the manual for the garage door opener. Hmm. Now where did I put that job?”

So far I am rather enjoying looking out the window.

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Am I serious? Privilege? Yes. At least when I'm not joking. While privilege can teach you what color shoes to wear with navy blue, nothing beats the privilege of being alive. So let's talk style, in the context of culture. Let's focus on the over-50. For more, please go here. Or you can reach me at my email: skyepeale@yahoo.com. That's the name I wanted to be called when I was 16. Ah. 16....